I'Ll Make Yours, If You Make Mine
The bed of sorrow is comfortable
It entombs you
in a comforter of darkness
Once you lie in it
It whispers sweet nothings in your ear
and you want to sleep for eternity
Beautiful numbness creates serenity
You are unable to feel
and begin to lose yourself to the darkness
Agony is a constant presence
A reminder if all that has been lost
and all you lament for
The feeling is like none other
An experience not forgettable
nor memorable
The world ways you down
You were worried about my bed
When you should have been worried about yours
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